The last time I went to him for a trim we were alone in his shop and I went for it. I reached out an started to tug at his zipper. At first he tried t... stop me by grabbing my hand, but I looked up at him and just said "Please". He relented, released my hand, and move back in close to me. I continued pulling down his zipper pushed my hand in the fly of his tight slacks and with an effort( thank god for the long zippers on dress slack) pulled his cock and balls out into the open. Finally, I got. This wasn't going to be a chore for me, I really do enjoy a good ass fucking but usually, have to use my fingers on my clit to bring myself off. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance with George. He let out a cry after three thrusts. The excitement proved too much for him and he came in my ass. Damn.He left happy though at just after midnight. I hope he made his flight. We took him for $127,500. Would he have linked it to me? Possibly, but I never saw his PIN and a check of the Bellagio records. . . the last few months, since I’ve been really visibly pregnant, my husband isn’t interested in me at all anymore, if you know what I mean. And that just at a time when I want it more myself than ever before.”I almost choked on my coffee and feared I was blushing. I quickly recovered and said, “I find that very hard to imagine. You’re still the same woman, aren’t you?”“That may be, but he doesn’t like my big belly. I’m afraid, that he sees me as an ugly fat woman. And when you look at his. ” She uncovered the ring on her hand. The scarf went around her neck where it looked better, if not appropriate to the rest of her clothes.“You’re not pregnant?” Mrs. Bartlett asked. Don took over, as they had agreed.“No she isn’t. That’s the good news. Now for the bad. I’m 47, a widower. I have two sons older than Sharon.”“Couldn’t you wait?” That was the father, trying to bargain. Well, that was better than throwing him out of the house.“Not really. If I were her age, we could talk every day.